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Dec 2016
There was a snapping sound from within as every taut string that had been holding my heart for so long flinched away, and the red thing dropped like a stone.

I felt my hands. They were cold and wet. Like a small ocean pebble, I lay there and waited for every shuddering wave to gently wash over, numbing every inch of me that had once felt so warm.
AJane
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AJane
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   ---, Lora Lee, K G and Ovi-Odiete
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